everything just stopped,

I am finally utilising my "Study Club Membership" well now. It's not that bad of a place either. Pretty quiet, a cute boy was beside me moments ago, air-con at just of right temperature, able to work pretty well with gp research, Uni girl beside me studying motivates the hell out of me (she has purple nails btw.)

The last time I ever entered a Studying Room at a Community Centre was about April or March, RIGHT AFTER THE FIRST CONTACT RUGBY TRAINING I HAD WITH THE GIRLS.

Oh god, I freaking miss rugby soooo much. And after such a long period of not exercising, I doubt I can even run one round the field for warm up now. :(

I miss Derelyn shouting at us whether to do "Babak or Nehneh or Chiku"
I miss her complaining to us that the names we gave our moves are horrible and we are like throwing her face with such names (HAHA).
I miss getting bak kwas from rugby.
I miss bandaging my calf and lying to my mom that I pulled a muscle when actually I had a wound there.
I miss diving.
I miss tackling.
I miss SA junior school's field where I accidentally ate the rubber bits.
I miss slapping thighs
I miss crashing into people.
I miss laughing with my team at the girl from another JC with humongous breasts.
I miss drinking diluted redbull from Captain's nalgene waterbottle.
I miss exploding on the field whenever I couldn't get a move right.
I miss kicking balls.
I miss catching balls.
I miss learning how to throw like a hooker.
I miss imagining wonderful moves that could possibly be executed on the pitch.
I miss moving the soccer post with the girls and hanging on it.
I miss singing corny love songs with my team.
I miss our team talk sessions
I miss our huddling.
I miss our cheer.
I miss our warm up sessions.
I miss all the encouragement we gave one another whenever we executed a move properly or score a try.
I miss diving and touching the person at the same time.
I miss trying.
I miss trying and having people crashing onto me.
I miss people stepping on my foot on the pitch
I miss people pushing me hard on the pitch.
I miss playing with the boys on saturdays
I miss lunching/dining with them after our training.
I miss teh peng and chin chau.
I miss falling down for rugby.

Talking about falling down for rugby, it is probably the only moment that when you dive and fall and not feel embarrassed about it. Especially if you try.

I miss Rugby.

I miss the life I used to had.

Back to books. Sighs.